A/N: Hello to my lovely readers. Thanks to Susie (xlavendermoonx) my coach who takes time to pre-read and correct. She is a writer as well. Her story is called Blinding, which I highly recommend to you. Thanks to all of you new readers who alert and fav my story. It means a lot to me. Hello to my youtube and twitter friends. A very special dedication to Lucia. Thank you for the very beautiful BG you made for me on youtube.

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MY ALL chap.15

FACING THE TRUTH

BELLA

Wednesday, October 3rd, 10:00. I was with Edward at the studio, sitting with the audience. Edward was already on the stage, sitting in an armchair in front of the interviewer, looking pretty calm outside. But I knew how he was nervous inside.

We took the Chevy Van this morning. He was too agitated to drive so I was the one driving him to Star System studio. As soon as we arrived, I understood the impact of his fame. There were a lot of girls outside on the street, waiting for him. I parked the van in the parking lot and we walked together, him holding my hand all the way along as we headed to the entrance doors. And the screaming…Jesus Christ…The fans shouting their heads off…yelling his name…and, Edward I love you….Marry me Edward…Here…here…Look at me…I want to take a photo…Please your autograph…There were also paparazzi taking pics of him….flashes everywhere…and asking questions all at the same time. Some of the paparazzi even took pics of the two of us together asking him if I was his girlfriend. That he did not answer. He was still holding my hand with a huge smile on his lips.

He made a few stops, signing autographs, and letting the paparazzi take photographs of him. He was so beautiful this morning, in a dark blue Gucci suit, white shirt and a blue tie.

His hair was not messy as usual. He had used gel to fix it. He was closely and neatly shaved. He wore those Ray Bans…And he was perfect…When I first saw him in the morning, that stunning look, I thought my heart was going to melt inside my chest.

In the studio, the audience was almost made up of women. There was a kind of frenzy, and I heard many of them saying that Edward was so gorgeous, that he was their favourite actor, that he was a sex god, that they were in love with him. And I must admit, I was a bit jealous hearing those comments.

And then he appeared in front of them all. And the screams were here again, filling the atmosphere. He was quite embarrassed, his face flushing from pink to intense crimson.

Edward sat in the armchair, waving his hand to the audience, and the interview began.

He was witty, clever, humorous and modest. He talked about The Harry Clearwater movies, his new project, the French classes and his hard time dealing with his fame.

He talked about Montreal. He loved the city, the people, the culture and he loved learning French.

The interviewer asked him to say something in French, and that was a very funny part.

"So Edward, as you are learning French, can you speak a few words in that tongue…The audience would be quite pleased I am sure of that," the interviewer asked.

"Oh…Well okay…but please be indulgent…It is pretty new to me…I am just beginning to deal with the new language so…and I am a bit embarrassed….ummm…"

"Let's go, Edward…Say something to the beautiful ladies here."

"Bonjour, Mesdames….Je vous souhaite un…une belle journée….Je suis heureux d'être à Montréal. ''

-Good-morning ladies …I wish you a …a nice day….I am happy to be in Montreal-.

And after those few words, the women began their applause, some of them adding: 'Je t'aime Edward…Tu es si sexy' …I love you Edward…You are so sexy…He was now all blushes and flushes….He was so damn cute…He looked like a little boy.

"Well, very nice, Edward."

"So how is your love life going? You are not with Irina…Are you still single? I know women here are very interested to know if you are still on the market…I mean…available?"

Then there were more applause and screaming.

"Ummm…I don't like to talk about my private life…If I still have a private life….It is all over the internet…I know people want to match me up with women…inventing false love affairs….I am still single, but…."

The interviewer cut him in the mid-sentence.

"So, we saw that there is a beautiful woman with you this morning." Now the camera was on me…

"Who is she?"

"Her name is Isabella and she is very special to me... Very special. I met her in New-York. We are in the same French class and we live on the same street…That's all I am going to say about Isabella."

"Okay" the interviewer said. "Let's talk about your hair…Girls are crazy about your hair. Usually it is quite messier than today. Did you put gel in your hair this morning?"

"Yep…my hair…I don't know…I put gel in my hair this morning….And I don't do that often. I stopped fighting with it a while ago, and I don't have a personal way to fix my hair."

"Anyway, women are crazy about your look. So don't change anything," the woman interviewer added, "We really love you the way you are…"

"Well, thank you," Edward added, laughing this time.

"So we have a special gift for you this morning. Every time we have special guests at Star System, we offered them a souvenir. Here is your gift. For you and Harry Clearwater."

And she handed him a pair of boxers. On the back it was written 'Please handcuff me'.

The audience was now screaming louder, applauding and whistling. I burst into laughter, seeing Edward's reaction.

Edward was laughing so much. He thanked Star System and the audience, and then the interview was over.

He walked toward the audience, taking time to shake hands and sign autographs, and then he headed to my seat, grabbing my hand and asking me to follow him.

Women were staring at me and smiling. I heard one of them say that I was indeed the luckiest girl on the planet.

Edward was smiling now…with that crooked grin…I loved so much… and it was my turn to be as red as a beet.

I followed him through the corridors. The photographer was waiting for him in another studio.

The stage was already set. The spotlights turned on. The make-up artist, the hair stylist and the dresser were obviously waiting for him.

There was another lady in the room as well. She told him that those pictures were for 'Star' magazine…The magazine owned by Star System Inc….which was very popular and bought by a vast majority of women. Edward was all smiles again and winked at me.

I followed him everywhere and I watched. The stylist dressed his hair all the time, the make-up artist fixed some mascara on his lashes, brushed his cheeks with a facial powder and added a transparent gloss on his lips.

Then the photo session began. Jesus Christ…He was so fucking sexy and gorgeous…I kept fidgeting in my chair, my thighs pressed against each other, staring at him; my inner self was in fire. He wore four different outfits…all of them sexier than the previous one. He wore jeans, a black moulding t-shirt and combats boots. He wore a beige sweater, dark-blue pants and boots. He wore a no-sleeves, tight-fit red t-shirt, grey sweet pants and grey and red running-shoes. And the last one I thought I would die before my time. He was all wet…His hair…His t-shirt…his jeans…I could see his sculpted chest and his erected nipples through the white skin-tight t-shirt…His thighs so muscular through the wet jeans… And he was barefoot.

And he was looking at me. His mouth curled in amusement. He was a pagan god. I was the fallen angel. My brain's functions were out. My heart was fluttering, my breath rapid…my center in ache. He was impossibly beautiful, a real work of art.

The photo session was over now. Edward went to take a shower and put the suit he was wearing before the fashion shots back on. He asked if there was another exit…He didn't want to be followed or to be harassed by paparazzi. The photographer led us to a door at the back of the building. Nobody was in sight…so it was very good. Edward offered me to ride back to school and it was okay with me.

We stopped at a restaurant called Moe's, which served, according to Edward, the best smoked meat in town. We ordered smoked meat, fries and coke, and even if I didn't want him to, he paid for everything.

"So, Bella…Did you enjoy yourself this morning? The interview went well. I hoped you weren't embarrassed when the interviewer asked information about you."

"No, Edward…not at all….The pressure was on you, not on me. And I think you showed enormous grace under pressure…. Nobody jumped on me or tried to punch me…You know all these jealous women…I think they all want to have a sexy friend in their life."

"From gorgeous to sexy…Well…Well, thank you Isabella. And how about the photo session…Was it the first time for you in a studio?"

"Oh! No Edward…I often attended photo sessions…You know that is a part of my job as well…working with fashion designers and their models…but let's say that this morning it was very different…"

"How was it different? Edward asked with a smooth, gentle voice.

"Well I found the model very interesting….Yep….He was absolutely stunning."

"Well now…you are really flattering my ego Bella…gorgeous, sexy and stunning," he added, smirking at me now.

"You know what Bella….I can say the same to you…Tu es si merveilleusement belle… amour…"

You are so amazingly beautiful… love …He added in French in a very low, hoarse voice.

I could feel my cheeks burning with my blush…My face bursting into flames .I knew my mouth was fucking opened, and stayed opened because of what he just said. And I felt like a damn idiot….Not the part that I was beautiful…I was flattered that he found me beautiful…but the last word…amour…he called me love…

The last word was almost a murmur. I was not even sure…Dammit Swan…Are you that stupid? He called you love…Amour…Wake-up…Who do you think you are fooling here?

He stopped talking, but he was staring at me. His eyes were so green…His eyes were burning into mine.

EDWARD

Shit! I called her love…The words just slipped out before I could think….Yeah! Yeah! Cullen….before you could think…That is just fucking bullshit here…you are passionately in love with her…see how you were feeling during the interview…when the woman asked you about Isabella…you were clearly on the verge of admitting that you were in love with her…Fuck Edward…you are 28 years old…will you keep inventing reasons…You are lying to yourself right now…What are you waiting for?...Do you think she is indifferent to you? Look at her now…Fuck…Does she seem angry? Obviously not…All the emotions you see on her face right now…You two are so stupid…

It is too soon…It is too soon…I kept saying to myself and to the motherfucker that was almost screaming in my head. Too soon for what…When will it be the time? You are behaving like a fucking teenager….Jesus Christ…Oh! yes…Wait till Embry makes his move….And then, don't come and cry on my shoulder…You can be such an idiot…I don't recognize you, man…Where is your damn bloody self confidence gone buddy?…She is holding you by the balls now…and not only your balls asshole…she won your heart too.

This week….I need some more time…Just the week….Oh! Cullen do it the way you want….This is just fucking nonsense to me…and you can be such a fucking stubborn bastard…I am losing my patience now…

Then I heard Isabella's voice interrupting my own disturbed thoughts.

"Hey, Edward…I think it's time to go back to school. Classes are beginning in forty-five minutes."

"Yes, Bella…Let's go…James was nice enough to reorganize the schedule. We don't want to be late."

We walked out of the restaurant, my arm snaked around Isabella's waist.

I opened the Chevy van's door for Bella.

And we drove back to the college. Both of us deeply plunged in our own thoughts.

The afternoon went fairly well; More verbs, more words, more exercises, more dialogues and more staring from Embry. In fact, he was now glaring at me. Isabella was not at ease at all, fidgeting in her chair, trying to hide her face with her hair or a hand, bending her head forward. And I was looking at Embry too, distrust in my eyes. How could he embarrass my girl that way? …Yeah, your girl…the motherfucker's voice was back in my head.

I had to do something with that fucked-up situation this week. The motherfucker was right. This was complete nonsense.

The bell finally rang. Wednesday's classes were over.

I shoved my things in my schoolbag and Isabella did the same. We took the elevator and walked to the exit doors.

I was holding her hand now, and she didn't make any move to free herself. In fact, she was holding my hand with a bit more pressure than usual.

We drove to Laval, talking and laughing, but I felt that she was not totally with me…her mind seemingly miles away from time to time . Bella was obviously preoccupied.

Then we arrived on our street. I parked the van in the alley and walked on the other side to open the door for Isabella.

And I talked to her.

"I want to thank you, Bella," I said, taking her free hand and slightly brushing her knuckles with a light kiss. "That was so nice of you, coming with me to the interview and the photo session. I truly appreciate."

"My pleasure, Edward. I enjoyed being with you today."

"Do you want to study tonight, Bella?"

"Yes, Edward…In fact, why don't you join me for dinner…Maybe around 6:30?"

"Yes…Well sure…I'll come at 6:30…See you then…"

And then I walked across the street, doing a sort of happy dance. Bella invited me, for the first time, for dinner. This would be a very nice evening. Me and my girl together.

BELLA

Fuck! I had enough of Embry's attitude. He kept watching me all the afternoon and staring at Edward.

I would talk to him tomorrow…ask him what his fucking problem was…I wouldn't endure his behaviour another day.

I took a quick shower, and put on jeans and a blue and white checked shirt.

I began to cook…a beef-bourguignon…simple enough…a vegetable salad, and for dessert, a crème brûlée…It took me one and a half hours, and everything was ready.

I sat on the couch, and then the phone rang…. It was Rosalie.

"Hey, Bella. How are you hun?"

"I am fine….Edward is coming for dinner…I went with him to…."

She cut me in the mid-sentence.

"I know you were with him today. Your beautiful face is all over the internet at the moment…"

"What? …What the hell are you talking about…?"

Then it hit me. The paparazzi, the fans and the interview…Jesus Christ, I should have known better. I hoped Edward was not annoyed…I was a bit, because it would imply questions from my friends, from Charlie, from the students.

"And you looked so beautiful together…Fuck Bella… you and he are perfect. Are you with him now…Are you a couple?"

"Jesus…Rosalie…we are closer…but no….I did not talk to him yet…It is too soon…"

"Well, darling…The way you look at him…And the way he looks at you…What do you mean by too soon? Stop playing those games."

"Games…These are no fucking games, Rosie…You are talking about my love life here…"

"Well you just said it, Bella…you are in love…Don't you have enough now? …and what's going on with that Embry guy? …Did you talk to him?"

"No I didn't Rosie, but tomorrow I will…I am tired of his little games…"

"He kept staring at me and at Edward all afternoon… I don't know what the fuck is his problem right now."

"I know, Bella, what is Embry's problem? He is jealous and he has feelings for you…Now darling, maybe it is really time for you to do something. And now that you are on the internet…Jesus… sweetheart…"

"I don't think I have the choice here Rosalie…..I will…Edward is coming tonight…We have a lot to talk about. How will we deal with the news on internet? ….and I can imagine the rumours now…"

"Okay, Bella. Call me this week. I love you."

"I love you too, Rosie. I'll call, just hope the next time I won't be living all this turmoil. Bye."

As I hung up the doorbell rang. It was Edward. He was wearing black jeans, a red tight fitted long sleeved sweater and Nike running shoes. His hair was all wet and tousled. That guy was going to be the end of me. I felt all weak in my damn legs. I was reduced to a kind of melting state; my brain like jelly…waves of enticement surging in my body.

He was holding his schoolbag in his left hand, and a bottle of wine in his right hand. I took the wine and invited him in. He followed me into the kitchen.

Then everything went so fast…I pinned him to the fridge, using my hips and my body. My mouth on his mouth, kissing him fiercely. My tongue forcing its way into his mouth, exploring his mouth…Our tongues dancing together. He deepened his kiss, our tongues encircling each other one. I raised my leg and snaked it around his waist, me standing on one leg, and I could feel the longing and the desire of this man for me. That sweet, delicious, torturous friction against my spot. I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers grazing the nape of his neck, and running in his hair. He moaned in my mouth. His mouth was everywhere; on my hair, on my face, kissing my eyelids, brushing against my nose and on my lips again…Then on my neck and back to my ear….His eyes were a glazing, burning fire. Our breathing was erratic. He crushed his lips back onto mine, and his tongue was again in my mouth, encircling and dancing with my own in a slow rhythm.

Then he moved, cupping my face in his hands.

"Oh! Bella…My Bella…I love you so much…"

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Do you have any idea how you affect me? Ma Bella…trésor… je t'aime tellement." My Bella…precious… I love you so much…

"I love you too, Edward. Mon amour, mon chéri tu es ma vie maintenant…." I love you too Edward. My love…My darling…You are my life now.

End of chapter 15

A/N: Finally…deep sigh here…Edward and Bella admitting their feelings. But more action to come…Bella and Embry…The news on internet…The family…the friends…Rob…Edward's manager…How will they deal with all that?….

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